The Awakening {Gojo & Sukuna x Reader.}

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Invisible? No Way in Hell! This can't be real. It's impossible.

"What's that supposed to mean? Am I a GHOST?! No way—make me visible again! Right now!" My voice cracked, rising into hysteria as I punched his solid torso. It barely made a dent.

Gojo, the absolute menace that he is, just sighed dramatically, as if my crisis was his problem. "I'm a sorcerer, not a magician."

I stared at him in disbelief. "Oh, so now there's a difference?!"

God in heaven, why are you doing this to me? Out of all possible punishments, invisibility is my fate?! This is worse than death.

My brain scrambled for answers, anything that would prove him wrong. "Wait—am I like those ugly creatures now? But I'm beautiful, so people have to see me, right?"

This was important. His answer would decide everything.

Gojo tilted his head, a teasing smile creeping onto his lips. "Only beautiful people like me can see you~."

I froze.

Then, "My family—"

"They can't see you anymore," he interrupted, voice laced with fake pity. "Poor thing... but don't worry, you'll get used to it soon!"

My stomach twisted. I clutched his shirt, glaring up at him. "Kill me. Right now. Do it."

Gojo let out a laugh. "I'm just kidding, hehe!"

My soul nearly left my body.

"I hate you." I spat, turning my head away just so I wouldn't have to see him.

His response? A giggle. A damn giggle. So, I did the most rational thing—I punched him in the chest. Of course, he didn't budge. Smug bastard.

But something still felt off. My body was weaker than it should be, like something vital was missing. And before I could even process it, the world blurred—then suddenly, we were somewhere else.

A house. A huge, expensive-looking house.  I stiffened. "Where are we?"

Gojo set me down gently onto an oversized couch, hands slipping into his pockets. "Welcome to my house! Actually, this isn't your first time here."

My stomach dropped. "Excuse me?"

His grin widened. "You were here before, y'know. When I was washing your burning~ body."

My whole existence stalled. I stared at him, processing his words. Then my face twitched.

"I swear to God," I seethed, "if you did anything weird to me—"

Gojo cut me off with a snort. "Relax, I wouldn't enjoy a dead body."

I wasn't sure if I should be relieved or more horrified.

I exhaled, forcing my thoughts elsewhere. "Well... nice place, I guess." I looked around, noting the ridiculously extravagant layout. "Doesn't suit you, though. You don't look like a rich guy."

Gojo smirked. "And the Shiro clan is as arrogant as ever. Always looking down on people."

I scoffed, not even offended. "It's the price of being famous."

He chuckled, amused by my attitude. "Feeling better?"

I was feeling better—enough to glare at him properly, at least.

"Can you give me a shirt or something?" I shot him a saccharine smile. "I feel exposed at the moment."

Gojo hummed. "I only have men's clothes, you know~."